You know that still, small voice we all have inside us? The one that helps us when we don't know where to turn? Yeah, I have that too except it's not my conscience or one of those little devils on the shoulder whispering advice.Her name is Hina. And she's anything but the voice of reason. In fact, this witch is magical AF and pissed at her ex. Okay, I can relate. But our common interests might not be enough to get her off my back. Or, out of my head. If I don't find a way to heal the wolves and stop Indra, the goddess will take matters into her own hands. Unfortunately, an appearance like that promises destruction, chaos, and worst of all: no more me.Indra isn't holding back. Alex is in a cage. The clock is ticking. Heather Hildenbrand lives in coastal Virginia where she writes paranormal and urban fantasy romance with lots of kissing & killing. Her most frequent hobbies are truck camping with her goldendoodle, talking to her plants, and avoiding killer slugs.
You can find out more about Heather and her books at www.heatherhildenbrand.com.
